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It's nice to go to writers' groups and just listen to what other people have to say. Each individual member is an amalgamation of a million different life experiences that inevitably influence their process of analyzing poetry. Even the original writer is this way. We can debate their meaning and intention forever, but we will never know the full picture of any poem. I think that's beautiful in some strange and deeply unnerving way, kind of like looking at the stars and realizing just how small you are.

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Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust"

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"Do you think he remembers me? That either of them remember me? It's so hard when everywhere you turn is a constant reminder...the pages of a book, or the silence of the waves at dusk. The blue blade, that shines on my desk. It's all them. The question is would they choose to remember me?"

-Mr. Leguens Appthecary Diaries

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"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)

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I just want to drown myself in books.

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happy national poetry month, lovers <3

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Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust"

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A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you. Elbert Hubbard

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Waiting For You 🐉☀️

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Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”  

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They say, distance and time will make you

Ache for the comfort of a home, of a hand last touched, of eyes last seen.

I know, I can't go back and get more time

Watch him grow bigger, watch him grow stronger, watch as he dreams.

All I know is this

I've traveled through the fray, and through the storm

To get back here to you, I know I've torn

My heart and yours.

I ask that you would forgive me, for every minute I was away.

Every dusk that came,

and I failed to meet you, for every kiss I missed

I can only ask you this,

Close your eyes, but please don't pretend

And say " you could fall in love with me again".

-Mr. Leguens Appthecary Diaries